American Dad Porn Story: Straying from the Flock Chapter 1

This is my first journey into the world of American Dad!, and apparently the first drama in the category. Hope it goes well!

Cheryl Stevens, the head psychologist at Clearview Psychiatric Ward, recognized the shy knock on her office door. That type could only mean one thing to the seasoned employee: a new patient. She returned to her paperwork briefly, waiting for her visitor to enter. Finally, the door creaked open slightly and a head poked through the doorframe.

Is this, uh, Room 204?

Yes it is, the woman smiled. Please sit down. Ill be right with you Cheryl affixed her signature to a last form before looking closely at her patient. She was young; late teens, early twenties. She wore jeans, a large white and yellow belt, a dark gray sleeveless T-shirt, green sandals, and a peace medallion. The girl played nervously with her long black hair, underneath it was a green bandana with pink flowers. The woman frowned further, noticing the arrival didnt look as healthy as she should, with her weary face and bruised body. Cheryl got up from her desk and sat down next to the girl.

Hello, Im Cheryl you must be Hayley, right?

Uh, yeah, she said nervously. Look, theres, uh, some mistake I really shouldnt be here, its not like Im sick or anything

Hayley, its perfectly fine to get help for anything thats affecting your health. Youre not in an insane asylum.

I I guess. Ive just read terrible things about

Weve come along way, Hayley, she said gently. Now, Im sorry to be so blunt, but I just wanted to get some issues squared away first Your orderly says you were brought to Clearview for depression, self mutilation and self starvation issues. Is that correct?

Is there any answer that can get me out of here? the teen pleaded.

Im sorry. Is the orderlys report correct? Hayley sighed and nodded. She also said that the catalyst was, uh, reaction to recent behavior.

I guess.

Is that true, Hayley?

yeah.

All right then, that finishes the paperwork, Cheryl said, picking up her notebook. Now, can you explain to me what exactly the recent behavior is?

All right, fine, Hayley sighed. My brother, uh, got sent to Africa by mistake by my idiot father. Thought it was a summer camp or something. So he decided to go after him to, you know, bring him back, she said while nervously sweeping her hair from her ear. So I, uh, figured Hey, free trip to Africa, why not? Participate in some relief work like you see on TV and help those in need for a few hours

Go on?

So it turns out that, uh, Ol Gun Psycho wants to stay for three weeks, to help my horny brother get some girl. Thing is I, uh, thought we were only going to be there for a few hours. So, instead of just going to this UN complex nearby for advice, I decided to stick around. Hayley gripped the cushion as she began to choke up. I I spent the next three weeks lounging around as everyone starved around me I was eating meat and cake and everything she sputtered, tearing. And, and I blocked out my conscience by overeating, made myself fat and I was bitching about it and whining, Hayley managed as tears trickled down her cheeks, and my fascist father and my moronic brother were actually doing some good, and I was just, just Hayley finally collapsed and buried her face in her hands, sobbing. Cheryl frowned sympathetically and nudged a Kleenex box over to her. The girl yanked a large wad out, sniffling.

It sounds like it was just a mistake, Hayley. We all make them.

You dont understand everything I did, everything I said, I was raping what I believed in and Im so disgusted with myself for it. I hate myself.

I can see that. Your mother says you were refusing to eat; even if you ever did, you were violently sick after that you were slamming your head into mirrors and other miscellaneous objects and actually found you unconscious in the bathroom from such blunt force trauma?

I did the same when that war monger of a father made me sing about how guns were awesome another sellout of my values because he guilted me

Your mother also claims suicidal tendencies?

Shes overreacting on that one. Honestly, Hayley croaked as she wiped her eyes dry of tears. Well I guess

It seems youre having issues with self-esteem and self-respect, and projecting the actions of others against your own

You mean like realizing my psychotic father is better than me, Hayley growled in disgust. Cheryl frowned.

Im noticing a lot of anger and rage towards your father, Hayley

Yeah, well there is.

Whys that?

Because hes an upstanding, God-fearing, clean American, Hayley said with a mock salute. And Im a low life, heathenish, filthy commie, the teenager added.

So, youre on different sides of the political fence. Was it always this way?

Believe it or not no, Hayley said. We were actually pretty close.

Understanding your background will help us analyze the present. Lets start there Hayley how did your relationship with your father decline so badly?

Well, it starts pretty early on in my childhood, actually

Spring, 1994

Watch me, Daddy! five year old Hayley Smith squeaked hopping on her bike, tightening her grip on the handlebars. Im gonna do it today!

Okay, honey, Im watching you! Stan Smith beamed. Want me to help you?

No, I can do it all by myself! I wanna prove it!

All right, lets see you try, Stan said, walking two houses down. Cmon, hon. Remember to be careful, youve had some nasty bruises

All right, cmon Stan said, waving her forward. Hayley nodded and started forward. The little girl grunted as she tried to find her equilibrium. Gradually, she trundled towards her father. She grinned as she gained speed and balance, ultimately shooting past him. Hayley traveled two more driveways before deciding not to push her luck and came to a stop.

I toldja I could do it, Daddy!

My big girls a biker now! Stan smiled as he caught up. You can race all the big kids in school now, cant you? he added as he scooped her up and twirled her. Hayley giggled and hugged the man tightly around the neck. Im proud of you, Hayley.

Thanks, Daddy.

Youre welcome. Now then lets see if you can do it home, Stan continued as he put her on the ground.

Betcha I can! Hayley smiled as hopped back on her bike.

Oh, you think so, huh? I bet I can beat you

Nuh-uh!

Yuh-uh!

Watch me! Hayley smiled, speeding forward. Stan faked trying to catch up to her, but the small girl had beaten him already. I toldja!

You sure did! Stan nodded, pecking his daughter on the cheek. Now lets see what your mothers got for lunch, huh? he said, giving her a piggyback ride.

I hope its peanut butter and jelly thats my favorite!

Well, well see he replied, taking her inside. Hey, Francine! Guess what our little speed demon did today?

Whats that, sweetie?

I beat Daddy on my bike! Hayley smiled.

Did you? Oh, my little girls all grown up! Francine said, taking her off Stans back and sitting her on the couch. I bet all that racing made you hungry, huh? Hayley nodded. Well, I think that means someones gonna get a nice peanut butter and jelly sandwich!

I wish there was a news channel that spoke to me, Stan mumbled. I guess this will have to do Hayley crawled into his lap. Oh, hello there, Hayley

Whatcha watchin?

News. Grown up stuff.

Aw, thats boring.

Well, Daddy needs to know this stuff so he can do his job and keep you safe, sweetie, Stan replied, ruffling her hair. The man turned up the volume.

as violence continues here in Kigali, many are asking: when will the genocide stop? When will the UN, or the West, intervene? With thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of Tutsis and moderate Hutus dead, Rwanda is well on its way to being a country synonymous with bloodshed.

Daddy, whats going on? Stan twitched and quickly shut off the TV.

Some very mean men in Africa are doing terrible things to others.

They should be grounded.

If only it were that easy, hon, Stan smiled as he pinched her cheek. Oh, thats right, I wanted to give you something, he continued, digging in his pocket. He pulled out a small, flower shaped object. This is for you, sweetie. For how proud I am of you sticking to your goal.

Its pretty! Hayley said, awed. What is it, though?

Why, its a hairclip! Stan smiled, clipping it on Hayleys short black hair.

There you go. You look pretty.

Thanks, Daddy, the little girl said before kissing her fathers large chin. His gentle face turned into a frown as his wife entered the room. You know something, Francine?

Whats that, dear? she asked, giving a gleeful Hayley her sandwich and milk.

This stuff wouldnt be happening if it werent for the liberals! Wed show those bozos a thing or two about killing people!

I know, Stan, but try not to rant in front of the kids, okay?

Right, right, Stan nodded. He sighed to himself.

Daddy, Hayley asked with a face sticky with jelly, whats a liberal?

Theyre very naughty people who want to take all our money and order people around, honey. They need a time-out.

Are they like Bill Clinton? she gulped, biting her lip.

Well, yes but remember, Daddys here to protect you, no matter what.

Okay, Daddy, Hayley nodded, returning to her lunch. Stan smiled, watching her until the phone rang. I got it, hon, he called to Francine, picking up the receiver. Hello, Smith residence, Stan Smith speaking. Oh, Mr. Bullock, hello sir. Right now? All right, Im on my way now. He hung up the phone. Francine, Im needed at Langley, go ahead with dinner. Sorry, sweetie, but I need to go to work now.

Bye, sweetie! Stan replied, closing the door. Hayley watched him leave with a sigh. Francine sat down with her.

Whats wrong, baby?

I wish Daddy didnt need to stop bad people so much I want him to be with me more, she huffed.

Well, Daddys just keeping everybody safe, hon, Francine said. Its a big responsibility for your father. You done with your sandwich now honey?

Yup. Thanks Mommy, Hayley smiled, giving her the plate. As Francine left, Hayley looked at the now empty driveway longingly.

The Present

That sounded very sweet, Hayley.

Yeah, I gotta admit, its one of the better memories, the teenager sighed wistfully. Id have a few more over the years.

But thats a good thing.

In retrospect, if I knew about the future… and could think about more complex things Id probably have cherished them more while growing up.

Was there another big event you remember, Hayley? That affected your relationship with your father when you were younger?

Yeah. The next summer was pretty big. We shared some hobbies.

June, 1995

Hayley, Ive got a surprise for you!

Really? Hayley asked, sprinting up to her father with wide eyes.

Happy birthday sweetie! Stan smiled as he handed her a box.

Ooh, what is it?! Hayley asked, her six year old hands attacking the wrapping. She gasped as she opened it. Ooh! You got me a guitar?

Just like the one I own, Stan smiled. Now well be able to play together! And you know what else were doing today? Stan asked, kneeling.

What? Hayley asked on pins and needles.

Were going to the park and Im gonna teach you how to fly a kite!

Really?!

We sure are! Now get your shoes on, and well go.

Okay, Daddy, Hayley nodded, starry eyed. She watched the kite dance happily above the trees, smiling at its beauty. Finally, the excitement her small body was too much. She turned around with a small hop. Can I fly it? the little girl asked in awe, reaching for the string.

Only if you promise you wont fly away! Stan smiled, handing her the line. Seeing the kite was bigger than his daughter, he held her close. Hayley giggled and looked up at the dancing toy. She was so thrilled she never felt her feet leave the ground as she was drawn skyward. Ulp! Stan clucked, gently grabbing her right leg. Hayley turned her head, flashing him a huge grim. Stan smiled back. Are you having a good birthday, hon?

I sure am!

Well, good. But dont fly away, sweetie

Aw, but I like it up here!

Well, okay, but be careful

And when we get back, Im gonna practice my guitar so we can play together!

Oh, is that a fact?

Uh huh! And were gonna play my favorite song, the one you play just for me!

But were going to have to practice so you can be good, okay?

Okay.

July, 2005

This looks like a nice spot, Stan said as he unfurled the blanket. What do you think, Hayley?

Yeah, cause we can see the ocean and stuff, Hayley nodded. See? Look over there! Thats a sailboat!

I see it, hon. Now, do you remember how to play the song?

I sure do, Ive been practicing! Dont you remember?

Oh, oh, youre right, how could I forget? Daddys pretty dumb, huh?

Nah, hes okay, Hayley smiled as she kneeled on the blanket. She picked up the guitar. So, you ready yet?

If you are. Hayley nodded. Okay, start us off then.

Kay, Hayley smiled as she strummed the initial chords. Stan joined in, and the two swayed as they began to sing.

Id like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony Stan abruptly stopped as he watched another family set up their own towels and picnic a scant few feet from their own camp. Hey, this is our spot! Push on! the man snapped. Hayley watched her dad yell and, feeling her own irritation towards their interruption, let loose herself.

Are you deaf?! Push on! she huffed, almost threatening them with her small guitar. The family panicked and ran further down the beach. No sooner had they fled, the Smiths returned to their singing.

Id like to hold it in my arms

The Present

and keep it company.

Im sorry, Hayley, could you repeat that? I didnt quite hear what you just said. Hayley blinked and shook her head.

Yeah, Dad would play it when I couldnt get to sleep at night. When I thought I saw a monster, or just wasnt sleepy, or I was lonely, whatever. He stopped playing guitar altogether after 9/11. He wont even look at it anymore, really.

A shame. Its a nice song.

I thought so as a kid. And hell, to be honest, thats probably got that whole yelling, defiant ranting shtick I have. I got it from Dad as much Id hate to admit it.

Cheryl smiled. I imagine. However, I still dont see the link between these memories and the current relationship with your father

Well, actually, about then, I was starting to get bored.

Bored, Hayley?

Yeah, bored. I was like Gee, we always watch FOX News, we always hear about Ann Coulter, and about how the Democrats were the Nazis reborn, and well, I thought to myself theres other stuff out there, right? There has to be. So, I guess I started to look for other things to read and do. No, if I had to pick a date where it started, itd be sometime during 1999, just after Id gotten home from school. It was after something a ten year old would find scary. Very scary.

April 20, 1999

Mom, Im home

Oh, thank goodness, Francine cried, embracing her ten year old girl. After hearing about what happened in Colorado

What happened in Colorado, Mom? Thats why we were let out early, that something bad had happened in Colorado, and they wouldnt tell us what had happened. Do you know, Mom?

Well, sweetie theres been a shooting in a school near Denver. Some boys with guns got into a school and shot a lot of people. They dont know why, or how they got in, or anything.

They shot people in the school?

Yes, sweetie. And a lot of people got hurt. And a lot died, too.

Its not gonna happen here, is it?

Of course not, sweetie! Your dad would never let that happen to you!

Youre right, Mom! Im gonna go talk to Dad and tell him that right now! Hayley said, dropping her book bag. Where is he?

Well, hes in his office, but Hayley took off. Hayley, sweetie, wait a second! You shouldnt talk to him right now!

Its okay, Mom! Dad would never do anything Hayley trailed off as she stared into her fathers office. The room was full of guns, ammo, NRA magazines, and every imaginable advocation of side arms. And in the middle, back turned to her, was Stan, on the phone. He looked angry. Hes probably calling about Colorado, to straighten things out right?

Yeah, Murray? Stan. Listen, uh, we need to get a handle on whats gonna happen cause of Colorado. Yeah, I know, the liberals are aching for our guns. And theyre just gonna rant and rave about it now. So, yeah, uh, we need to figure how the Virginia chapter can nip it before we lose the right to own guns in our own home! More than five, at least. Yeah, I know. Lets try to blame it on music or Hitler or something, make it stick. All right, good. See ya later. Bye. He hung up the phone and looked lovingly at his guns. Dont worry my little beauties, youll be just fine, just f

Dad? Stan jumped and whirled.

Hayley! Oh, uh, I mean, Hayley! What are you doing back from school early?

They closed it because of the gunmen, Hayley said. Dad are all of those yours?

Well yes and no

And were you telling that guy to blame something else so you could keep them?

Well, I um

But, Daddy someone could use those against us!

Well, uh, Hayley, its always important to be well armed and know what youre doing in case of emergency!

But I thought you said you worked to get these guys off the streets.

I do, sweetheart.

Then why all the guns?

Because theyre important to a healthy family. You know, to able to blast away someone that comes into your house.

You told me you fought guys who had lots of guns didnt wanna let them cross the border or hurt me. But, you have lots of guns Hayley mumbled before walking off. Stan frowned and chased after her.

You know, Francine? Youre right, he smiled. Im sure Hayley will be just fine about this tomorrow. Its probably just the shootings, made her all jittery

Im sure it is, dear.

Behind them, in her room, Hayley clutched her pillow and sniffled, wondering why her dad was doing the same thing he claimed he was keeping her safe from.

The Present

So, you lost your hero figure.

I guess, Hayley shrugged. I took it pretty bad, seeing my dad with all those guns lying around, trying to blame other stuff for what happened.

Do you think Columbine was simply because of guns being freely available?

Its why I support control in retrospect, but I dont know if it was just that

So, it wasnt simply that incident that destroyed your relationship?

I think its what started the slippery slope, Hayley said. Between that and the catalyst that I think really signaled the end of it all, I just didnt trust him as much after that. Part of me felt that Dad was just doing bad stuff. He claimed it was good, you know, because hes my dad, and he knows best, but I kind of wondered if there was an ulterior motive to it all. I thought to myself, basically, just what does Dad do? And is there a reason why he refuses to tell me? I guess I never really recovered from it.

What was the catalyst that you mentioned earlier, Hayley?

You know it.

I do?

Sure you do. The nutsos in Washington and the Beltway remind us about it constantly, saying everything changed, everything changed! In this respect, Cheryl, they were right.

September 11, 2001

Get in, kids. Right now!

Dad, whats going on?

Steve, you and your sister need to listen very carefully. Our very freedom is at stake right now.

Its true something happened in New York, Dad?

Yes, Hayley, some very evil people crashed planes into the Twin Towers and crashed another into the Pentagon. It was just now I managed to pick you up.

But, Dad Stans phone rang.

Not now, Hayley, Stan pleaded as he flipped open his cell, speeding through traffic and dazed pedestrians. Smith here. His eyes widened. What, what do you mean, collapsed, Duper? One or what, both?! Are yYou saw it happen? Dear God. All right, Ill be right in. Stan looked at his children grimly.

Dad? Steve asked.

The the Twin Towers just collapsed.

Are you serious, Dad?!

Im afraid so. Stan quickly turned into the driveway. Now, I want you two to go inside, and stay there with your mother until I get back, do you understand?

Sure, Dad, Hayley nodded numbly.

Good. Now, you gotta get out, I need to get to work Numb from the news, Steve and Hayley stumbled inside. They found their mother staring aghast at the smoke choked skyline of New York City.

we have reports of bodies seen jumping and falling from the towers before the collapses, Tom my God, its horrible a reporter moaned. The children cuddled up with their mother, terrified.

There arent going to be any other attacks, right Mom? I mean, they ran out of planes, right? Steve pleaded.

Im sure, hon, yes Francine said numbly. Im sure

Mom, what are we gonna do? I mean, what do

Hayley, we cant think about that now, sweetie we just need to be calm, be together as a family, and pray.

But how can there be a God with this happening? the girl gasped.

Well, hon, He works in mysterious ways, even if we cant see them at the time.

I I guess, Hayley sighed.

Im back, he said.

Dad, its over, right? Its all over?

No, Hayley, its barely even the start, the man said, kneeling down to his young daughter. Our freedom is under attack. We can expect more attacks at anytime.

Are you serious, Dad?! Steve gasped.

Yes, son, I am. The best we can do is to get behind our president and do what he tells us to do. The very fate of freedom is in his hands, and we must support him without hesitation. Its the only way to get back at those goat herding bastards

Theres really gonna be more attacks, Dad?

Didnt you hear me, Hayley? At anytime, anywhere! New York, Boston, Philadelphia maybe even right here! And who knows what it could be this time? A conventional bomb? Suicide bomber? Biological weapon? Perhaps a nuclear bomb? Hayleys jaw dropped, imagining her small body torn to shreds in a flash of heat and fire. She whimpered and hugged her father tightly.

Im Im scared, Daddy

As you should be hon, Stan nodded, stroking her back. As you should be.

The Present

I should have seen it then, even as a twelve year old, that something just wasnt right with that argument. That instead of trying to figure out what and how it happened, I listened to my dad and his ranting and raving about fear. He terrified me. Every night for weeks, I saw myself falling out of the Twin Towers, or being vaporized, or infected with a virus.

Well, to be fair, Hayley, it was an extremely scary time for everyone.

Youre not getting it Cheryl, Hayley said with a vigorous shake of her head. My father wasnt calming me, or assuring me or anything like that. No, he was scaring me and kept scaring me. He wanted me to be afraid, so Id be more compliant about his fear tactics.

Thats a bit strong it must only be in retrospect you feel this way.

No, even then, it bothered me. A lot. A fathers supposed to cuddle you and tell you hell keep you safe, not make you think of mushroom clouds and hazmat suits.

I see, Cheryl nodded as she scribbled some notes. So, if Im getting you correctly, 9/11 was pivotal moment in this break from your father.

I suppose thats fair to say.

Did you consider yourself a liberal at this point?

No, not really more concerned or opposed.

I see. So, what exactly did fracture your relationship, the invasion of Iraq?

But, Im tired of Bill OReilly Stan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I will ignore that if you go to your room right now, Hayley.

Fine, the young girl snorted, grabbing her book bag.

Leave the Times.

No, Im not done reading it yet.

Fine, be like that. Dont come crying to me when your brain melts from overexposure to pinko tree hugging.

The Present

So, thats when your relationship with your father broke.

It was pretty much downhill from there, the teen nodded. I wanted to read more outside of the conservative viewpoint, and I was sick of how Dad was treating me.

How was he treating you, Hayley?

Like I should be scared, fearful… he kept trying to scare me. He harassed me, bullied me when I wasnt toeing party line he didnt, like, beat me or anything. But he wasnt quite the man I remembered from flying a kite.

Did you have hope hed come back?

For a while, yes. But, as time passed, I just started to drift more and more away from him. It was clear on my thirteenth birthday.

Exactly! Do you want that, Hayley? Honestly? Hayley looked at him thoughtfully for a moment.

I dont see a problem with it. Stan looked as if he were going to be sick.

Oh my God, next youll be saying there should be gun control!

There should be. Remember Columbine? Stan glared.

No, no, you did not just say that, young lady.

Sorry, Dad, but I think there should be. Stan stared at her before walking off. Francine frowned.

Stan? Is something wrong?

Of course there is, the man groaned. My baby girls become one of them!

The Present

It was if I were some kinda slime drooling monster.

I gather from the way you describe the conversation. I can see the rift was widening rapidly at this point. She hesitated. Dare I ask about

Oh, when Bush was practically humping every lectern he could find to scream about his lust for Iraqi blood oil? Oh, yeah, he was gung-ho from day one. As youd imagine, I didnt support it for a nanosecond. That didnt go over well with him.

How bad, Hayley?

Should I start with him calling me Adolf Hitler reborn, or being a harbinger to the end of freedom?

I figured. So, Iraq is what finally did it.

Yes. And I can even pinpoint the exact moment.

February 15, 2003

This is your last warning, Hayley.

Not now, Dad. Im working on my sign.

Sign? You mean to tell me youre joining those traitors?

If by traitors you mean sane people, then yes, I am. Im going to protest this idiotic war. See? Hayley added as she held up her sign.

GEORGE W. BUSH, WARMONGER! Hayley, you cannot be serious.

Oh, I am, Dad. And so are three million other people around the world.

How can you be so blind? Dont you remember that on September 11th

Saddam had nothing to do with that! Hayley spat, whirling around. Stan frowned, noting what she was wearing.

What is that, young lady?

Its a peace medallion. I picked it up on my way back from school last week. Im going to start wearing it from now on.

No you arent.

Yes, Dad, I am. Im sorry, but Im not sharing your beliefs, especially not by force or intimidation. Hayley waved the sign a little. It should be dry now. I need to get going if Im going to catch my ride to Washington. She started for the door.

Hayley, this is your last warning. If you do this, I can never forgive you. Or look at you as my daughter again.

Ive gathered.

Are you really prepared for that?

Im ready to be my own person, yes.

But, but, you cant I got you that ribbon! Stan sputtered, pointing at the small clip Hayley had worn since she was five. As long as you have that, youre my daughter. Do you understand me? The two locked eyes. Hayley looked conflicted deep down, her hold on the doorknob altering slightly between tight and loose. A car horn sounded. The teen looked at her father for another second before removing the clip and dropping it on the floor at her feet.

My rides here, Hayley said curtly before exiting, shutting the door tight behind her. Stan watched the girl climb into the car and drive off. He picked up the clip at his feet, looking at it sadly. Then he clenched his fist around it.

The Present

a month later, Operation Iraqi Freedom. started. I became ashamed to be an American, and I lost my father.

And how has life been for you since?

He looks at me as Im some kind of bizarre creature he has to endure. That Im a freak of nature, a cyst on his patriotism.

Well, how has your relationship been with your father since we invaded Iraq?

we have a relationship?

I, uh, see, Cheryl frowned. What are some of the things hes done, Hayley?

Where do I begin, the hogtying me Election night so I couldnt help the Kerry campaign, taunting me about the election, calling me a Communist, a Nazi, and a Communist Nazi, shaving of my head, forcing me to live in a van, my abduction in front of friends, tying me up, shocking me, stuffing me in sacks, making me think I shot someone, forcing me to sell out my beliefs though I cant complain about that one anymore. I really disgust myself.

We seem to be at that point in the timeline, Cheryl interrupted. Why dont you tell me more about what happened in Africa?

Oh, God, not that I see their faces every time I close my eyes Hayley pleaded, trembling as she clutched her head. Tears threatened in her eyes.

All right, how about after you came home, between that point and today?

Oh, you mean how Im getting what I deserve, Hayley said calmly.

No, Hayley, I Cheryl trailed off. Yes, fine, that then.

Okay

Two weeks earlier

Hey, honey?

Yes, Stan?

Whys every mirror in the house all cracked and bloody? I need to shave here

Maybe you should ask your daughter, Francine called back with bitterness. Shed probably know.

Do I have to? Shes a whiny, self righteous, hypocritical pig.

Stan Smith! the blonde screamed, storming into the room. How dare you say that about your child!

Well its true, Francine. You should have heard her. Oh, Im gonna hold their hands tell them its going to be okay, Im gonna be helpful, Im gonna do this and that! he mocked. Instead, she lay there and stuffed her lousy liberal face. Id have told her that I didnt see her little corkscrew tail while we were flying home, but she was bawling for some reason. It was something about being a monster and a horrible human being or some other BS. She was probably whining about her weight.

Really, Stan.

Well, yeah.

Tell me, why would you think youre a terrible human being or a monster for being overweight.

Uh youre the Blob?

Stan, sometimes, I swear She jerked her head as something shattered downstairs. Oh, God, not again she moaned, pushing past her husband.

What, did Roger get into the cognac again?

No, its Hayley Francine said as she bolted down the steps. Stan groaned.

What now, is she whining about people eating pandas before she can?

Shut up, Stan Francine sighed as she vanished into the downstairs bathroom.

Francine, why are you running a

You deserved that, you heartless bitch.

Hayley, sweetie, stop Stan looked into to see Francine hugging Hayley tight. The girls head was badly gashed by broken glass and blood oozed down her face. She continued to stare at the mirror, oblivious of her mothers presence.

You disgust me, Hayley spat at her fractured reflection.

Hayley, stop please? Francine begged. Youre hurting yourself.

Why cant you see I deserve this? Ever since I Her cheeks bulged, and Francine let Hayley go just in time to deposit her stomach’s contents in the toilet bowl. I sold out my morality and very being

Hayley, please

Thousands died in Africa while I was there how many deaths should I be held accountable for?

Sweetie

Because Im a craven, cowardly monster I couldnt even remember Im a vegetarian

Hayley, youre sick.

Of course Im sick! I let people die as I pigged out!

No, baby, Francine cooed as she held her close, youre ill. You cant keep food down, you cant sleep, youre starving yourself, youre ranting to yourself, youre smashing your head into mirrors and everything else with a reflection

I dont deserve help. Unless by help you mean letting those poor people beat me for what I did to them or didnt do

Oh, oh, so now youre Jesus? I thought you didnt buy in to the truth.

Stan, stop it!

Are we done yet? Hayley groaned, straining to break free.

No, not until you fess up and admit youre sick, Hayley.

I am sick, we were through this, the teenager growled.

Not that kind of sick. I meant health wise. You cant do this to yourself much longer. I mean, think about it do you want to kill yourself? Hayley looked at her numbly.

Cancer should have done the world a favor, dont you think?

How how could you say that? Francine managed in rage and fear.

Why shouldnt I, she mumbled absently. She stumbled back to the mirror while glaring at it. Why should you care when Im nothing but a cruel, heartless, selfish bitch! she screamed, accenting each word with another head butting. The last one was so hard Hayley reeled back and collapsed, unconscious. Francine stared down at her daughters prone, bloodied form.

See, Francine? All Sulkina McSulksalot needs is a nap.

shut up, Stan. And call an ambulance.

The Present

which brings us today?

Yes.

I can see why they waited to start counseling. You still look like you could use some sleep and food.

I dont want it Im a horrible person, Im a monster, Im

Hayley.

What.

I think before we can even think of trying to help you with whatever happened in Africa, we need to help you come to terms with your relationship with your father, Cheryl said simply. Ive seen love, hate happiness, sadness yearning, revulsion confidence and uneasiness.

I I guess youre right, Hayley mumbled. She frowned. I just bought myself a longer stint of time, didnt I?

Its for the best, her psychologist smiled sympathetically. Hayley slumped.

Except the freedom of leaving campus, she said bitterly. Ill call the next time I want to talk about this stuff.

I wont push, Hayley. Well get you through this, I promise, she said with a smile. The teen didnt respond, merely closing the door behind her. Cheryl frowned, her eyes falling on a nearby phone. Perhaps it wasnt the greatest idea, she admitted to herself, but it might help. She picked up the phone and dialed.

Hello?

This is Cheryl Stevens at Clearview, I was wondering if I could speak with you about Hayley. I know you planned on leaving her be but I feel I must insist”

I said Im not hungry right now.

Uh, hey Hayley a voice said behind the door. Can I come in? The girl scowled, recognizing the voice. How dare he come here.

What do you want? Come to bask in whats left? Please, go ahead. Bask away, fascist!

Now now, Hayley just because I hate everything you stand for, it doesnt mean I hate you. Stan scolded.

Oh, please, the girl snorted.

What? What the hells that supposed to mean?

You? Not hating me? You havent treated me like anything but some bizarre entity for years. If you love me, explain shaving me in my sleep, abducting at random hours, locking me out of the house after protests, dropping me through trap doors, and all the other bull you pull. Please. Do. Im waiting.

Hayley, I know how things may seem

uh huh

but I certainly dont hate you.

I wish I could believe you. I really, really do. But I cant. And I think you know exactly why.

The whole shaving thing?

Among so very many things I could name. Now are we done here? I really just want to be left alone and sulk.

Not until you let me say something.

Fine, Hayley grunted. What.

The reason why you think I hate you is because I want to well make you stronger.

what.

Its true. I didnt think you were prepared for the world. You were so open eyed and innocent, I thought youd be eaten alive. I had to make you see the truth.

Of what, conservatism?

Well of course. That and in a post 9/11 world, we cant be too careful.

Oh for Dad, you were pulling this before frigging 9/11 happened! What is it with you clinging to that like its the best thing thats ever happened to you?!

God did bless us with George Bush, dear. Hayley growled in desperation.

Just get out. Go. Now.

One more thing.

Fine. What.

Well, I actually I, uh

What.

miss you. Hayley cocked an eyebrow.

What was that?

You heard me. I miss you.

Please. Cut it out.

No, its true, Stan urged as he walked over to her bedside. Even though I strip search you and tried to send you to Gitmo three

Five.

five times, youre still my little girl.

Uh huh.

Look, Hayley, this is hard for me to say, being an American and all, but, well, if I really need to prove it to you you dropped this. He dropped a small object on the sheets. Sighing, Hayley picked it up.

What is it The teen trailed off as she realized what she was holding. I remember this. This was the

Hair clip I got you when you were five. Yeah, I sorta kinda kept it for you, Stan mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Thought you might want it back someday. Hayley looked at the small bauble, rubbing some of the grime away from its cracked, faded surface with a thumb.

Dad, I you kept it?

Yeah, I, uh, guess I did he added, looking away shyly.

But why?

Well, like I said, you were my little girl. Ive kept it in my jacket pocket since you went to that Saddam support rally.

Why didnt you give it to me when we actually bonded over the guns?

Because I knew it was artificial. I wanted it to be real. You know, like, when we flew kites and sang and stuff.

Or visit me while Ive been locked up?

I dunno, Stan said, idly scuffing a shoe on the tile floor. I guess its because I know I didnt exactly help over the years.

Dad, I I dont know what to say, Hayley said.

And now that youre gone, I actually miss having a terrorist coddler to scold. And, well I miss the little girl I played with a long time ago.

I had no idea, the teen said simply. She hesitated. But, Dad shes gone. This is what I believe now. Even if I sold o

Stop that. We can talk about right and wrong in Africa later. Thats an order, Hayley.

Im a monster.

Look, the, uh, doctor said you werent psychologically prepared for a three week stay. So you panicked. I guess I kind of brought this on you in a way. Youre being too hard on yourself.

I disgust myself.

Hayley, do you want me to Stan trailed off. He stared into her eyes before sweeping her close. Just get better kiddo. Hayley blinked before wrapping her arms around her father.

Ill try, Dad, she said simply.

Good. He let go, straightening his tie. Well, uh, I should hunt down Osama so you can still shave your armpits

You should, yeah

Well, maybe I will. Terrorist enabler.

Fascist.

All right then. Stan paused. Ill keep Brit Hume on TiVo for you to yell at when you get back, okay?

I look forward to it, Hayley smiled. Ill see you later, Daddy.

You too sweetie, Stan said simply before slipping out of the room. Hayley looked at the door, hearing his footsteps fade away. She looked down at the small piece of plastic in her hand, bouncing it up and down slightly. Finally, she quietly reached up, pulled a lock of hair straight, attached the clip, and resumed her reading.